You remember when I told you about getting mad and fixing my damn drawer myself? Yeah, I should upload pictures from my camera more often....
Thursday, July 30, 2009
getting them from the source now...
The damn cat is stealing my underwear again. I haven't bought packages of panties in years, but I felt the need since Punk keeps stealing all my good ones. I hadn't even finished putting away the groceries when Andy started laughing and I turned to see Punk stealing these from the bags. Well, at least I know he's not going out for it, right? (ok, he's neutered and can only open the screen door and the sliding doors, not the ones with knobs.... so either way, he's not going out for sex... but at least he's stealing the cheap undies now... I think he had an easier time opening them than I did!)
side note... the re-imaging of ladies underwear is going well... tons of styles and colors and totally not frumpy... Andy and I both like them!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Ch-Ch-Ch-ch-Changes...
I'm tired of this layout already. You have NO IDEA how hard it was to get everything to work on the letter to Punk... so hopefully, there will soon be a new layout here... we'll have to wait and see if it works tho!! Cross your fingers and pray!*
*I'm not sure if crossing your fingers and praying go together, but I need all the help I can get!
*I'm not sure if crossing your fingers and praying go together, but I need all the help I can get!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
The Story of Punk: a letter that turned into a novel.
Dearest Punk,
My sweet CrackCat, Happy Caturday! It is so hard to believe you are a year old. I remember visiting you and your brothers and sister when you were just 2 weeks old. Your daddy hadn’t ever had a “real” pet, so he didn’t even know how to hold you. He was amazed when I picked up three of you and put you on my shirt. He was shocked that you could all crawl up me with your tiny claws and that all I had to do was keep an arm across my body so that you would land on it if you fell. He thought your tiny “hello” meows meant you were hurt or upset. He had no idea just how durable those little bodies, tiny things that fit in his palm, would grow to be.
At that time, I lived with your daddy in his apartment, before I was given housing in Dimmit. I slept on the top bunk and threw things down on your daddy. We talked from bed to bed and browsed online and visited kittens at PetsMart and imagined what it would be like to have our own kitten. We lived with 4 other people: your Uncle Russ, Aunt Ashley, Joe and Steph. Joe and Steph snuck Steph’s dog into the apartment and it lived there for weeks and we marveled at how loud and annoying it was. I had always had cats at your Grandma Howard's house, so I knew I would love a kitty. Your daddy was a slow sell, but by the middle of July, he wanted one as badly as I did.
I knew I would eventually get a cat to live with me, since I was staff and could better hide a kitten and I didn’t want to live alone. So we began buying the things we would need for our “baby” to come home. Every time we went to PetsMart, my heart ached to take home all of the kittens there.
When I returned from PSO in August, I had to move from your daddy’s apartment into my own. I really didn’t want to live alone. At that point you were about 6 weeks old. Your family belonged to the ex-boyfriend of our roommate Joe’s sister. After numerous phone calls, we were able to track you down. We went to “Boog’s” house and found you living in an enclosed porch. We were just in time, if you didn’t all have homes soon, Boog was going to have to send you to the Humane Society. (While this was better than just abandoning you, they do occasionally have to put animals to sleep.)
Your daddy and I wanted a ninja kitten, so we chose the most active one on the porch. I picked up all of your brothers and you were the one who climbed my shirt. Little did we know you were just in your “afternoon slow” stage, between catnaps. From there, we took you to daddy’s apartment so we could grab some things. Uncle Coonrad was the first to get to hold you and you beat him up in the less-than-five minutes it took to gather the things we needed. From there we took you on your first trip to PetsMart and everyone oohed and aahed over you. You were still so tiny! After that you and daddy sat in the car as I ran in to Wal-mart to get some kitten chow for you.
We took you back to my apartment and put you in a sweatshirt in the bathtub to nap. I went in to check on you and saw this:
After we had gotten everything set up, litter box and poo rocks, food, water, toys and a bed (the soft plastic crate you still won’t let me reclaim), we gave you a bath. You were not really pleased, but you did grow to like them for a period of time. Looking back at the pictures now, I can see how big your paws were and how I should have known you would be a big kitty, but I overlooked it at the time. You were so tiny, it was hard to imagine you grown up.
After your bath:
It was one of my warmest, fuzziest memories (ever!!) when you climbed up on me, after drying off, and fell asleep.
Little did I know what a terror this sweet cuddly creature was going to turn into! That night, Saturday, I slept in the living room on the green chair for 3 reasons: I didn't have sheets on the bed, I didn't want to leave you alone, and I didn't want to be alone. Dimmit made all sorts of noises when we first lived there, and you were very little help with that. In the middle of the night, just as I was falling asleep, you would crack out. You'd run in circles all the way around the living room and kitchen and I had no idea what you were doing! I attribute it to the fact that you lived in an enclosed porch where the light was always on, so you had no concept of day or night. I'm pretty sure you weren't weaned fully either and were missing your first mommy a lot. You kept me up most of the night and we fell asleep just as daddy was coming over in the morning. He didn't believe me when I tried to describe what had happened that night.
The next night, your daddy stayed in the living room so that I could get some rest before work. The same thing happened as the night before. You cracked out and daddy was aghast. We finally put you in the bathtub for the night and that seemed to solve the issue for a couple months. That's also how you got the nickname CrackCat.
While our first few weeks were quite rough, I don't really regret them, as without them I would have missed out on things like this:
and this:
And things like....
trying on hats:
and playing on the computer:
And teaching you things...
like how to drive... or to stay out of the toilet... (still working on that second one... )
And trying new looks with you... some worked, some didn't....
I would have missed the naps, noms and nesting:
But most of all, I would have missed the love.
Grow as much as you like, you'll always be my baby.
Happy Caturday, Punkerazzi FunkyFace Cunningham
Love,
Mom.
My sweet CrackCat, Happy Caturday! It is so hard to believe you are a year old. I remember visiting you and your brothers and sister when you were just 2 weeks old. Your daddy hadn’t ever had a “real” pet, so he didn’t even know how to hold you. He was amazed when I picked up three of you and put you on my shirt. He was shocked that you could all crawl up me with your tiny claws and that all I had to do was keep an arm across my body so that you would land on it if you fell. He thought your tiny “hello” meows meant you were hurt or upset. He had no idea just how durable those little bodies, tiny things that fit in his palm, would grow to be.
At that time, I lived with your daddy in his apartment, before I was given housing in Dimmit. I slept on the top bunk and threw things down on your daddy. We talked from bed to bed and browsed online and visited kittens at PetsMart and imagined what it would be like to have our own kitten. We lived with 4 other people: your Uncle Russ, Aunt Ashley, Joe and Steph. Joe and Steph snuck Steph’s dog into the apartment and it lived there for weeks and we marveled at how loud and annoying it was. I had always had cats at your Grandma Howard's house, so I knew I would love a kitty. Your daddy was a slow sell, but by the middle of July, he wanted one as badly as I did.
I knew I would eventually get a cat to live with me, since I was staff and could better hide a kitten and I didn’t want to live alone. So we began buying the things we would need for our “baby” to come home. Every time we went to PetsMart, my heart ached to take home all of the kittens there.
When I returned from PSO in August, I had to move from your daddy’s apartment into my own. I really didn’t want to live alone. At that point you were about 6 weeks old. Your family belonged to the ex-boyfriend of our roommate Joe’s sister. After numerous phone calls, we were able to track you down. We went to “Boog’s” house and found you living in an enclosed porch. We were just in time, if you didn’t all have homes soon, Boog was going to have to send you to the Humane Society. (While this was better than just abandoning you, they do occasionally have to put animals to sleep.)
Your daddy and I wanted a ninja kitten, so we chose the most active one on the porch. I picked up all of your brothers and you were the one who climbed my shirt. Little did we know you were just in your “afternoon slow” stage, between catnaps. From there, we took you to daddy’s apartment so we could grab some things. Uncle Coonrad was the first to get to hold you and you beat him up in the less-than-five minutes it took to gather the things we needed. From there we took you on your first trip to PetsMart and everyone oohed and aahed over you. You were still so tiny! After that you and daddy sat in the car as I ran in to Wal-mart to get some kitten chow for you.
We took you back to my apartment and put you in a sweatshirt in the bathtub to nap. I went in to check on you and saw this:
After we had gotten everything set up, litter box and poo rocks, food, water, toys and a bed (the soft plastic crate you still won’t let me reclaim), we gave you a bath. You were not really pleased, but you did grow to like them for a period of time. Looking back at the pictures now, I can see how big your paws were and how I should have known you would be a big kitty, but I overlooked it at the time. You were so tiny, it was hard to imagine you grown up.
After your bath:
It was one of my warmest, fuzziest memories (ever!!) when you climbed up on me, after drying off, and fell asleep.
Little did I know what a terror this sweet cuddly creature was going to turn into! That night, Saturday, I slept in the living room on the green chair for 3 reasons: I didn't have sheets on the bed, I didn't want to leave you alone, and I didn't want to be alone. Dimmit made all sorts of noises when we first lived there, and you were very little help with that. In the middle of the night, just as I was falling asleep, you would crack out. You'd run in circles all the way around the living room and kitchen and I had no idea what you were doing! I attribute it to the fact that you lived in an enclosed porch where the light was always on, so you had no concept of day or night. I'm pretty sure you weren't weaned fully either and were missing your first mommy a lot. You kept me up most of the night and we fell asleep just as daddy was coming over in the morning. He didn't believe me when I tried to describe what had happened that night.
The next night, your daddy stayed in the living room so that I could get some rest before work. The same thing happened as the night before. You cracked out and daddy was aghast. We finally put you in the bathtub for the night and that seemed to solve the issue for a couple months. That's also how you got the nickname CrackCat.
While our first few weeks were quite rough, I don't really regret them, as without them I would have missed out on things like this:
and this:
And things like....
trying on hats:
and playing on the computer:
And teaching you things...
like how to drive... or to stay out of the toilet... (still working on that second one... )
And trying new looks with you... some worked, some didn't....
I would have missed the naps, noms and nesting:
But most of all, I would have missed the love.
Grow as much as you like, you'll always be my baby.
Happy Caturday, Punkerazzi FunkyFace Cunningham
Love,
Mom.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Relative Safety
Despite his cranky appearance, Punk was quite happy to get away from all the loud chaos that is Andy's family and to be left alone in his cave.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Thursday Thirteen-- The "Surprise, I actually did it --and on time too!" Edition
Sarah over at There's More 2 The Story did her Thursday 13 on movies she wants to watch since her DVD player is working again. Since I just got home from work and I feel like crap and since we've had such stormy/rainy weather lately, that sounds like a great thing to ponder. So without further ado, Thirteen Things I Want To Watch
1. My Best Friend's Wedding-- the Scrubs episode where Turk and Carla get married... or do they?
2. Fantastic Four, The Rise of the Silver Surfer (still haven't seen it)
3. 27 Dresses -- good movie!
4. Knocked Up -- I think I'm digging Katherine Heigel this week
5. Grey's Anatomy-- pretty much any episode
6. Desperate Housewives -- again, pretty much any episode... probably one of the older ones
7. Zach and Miri Make A Porno -- laughed my ass off and cried in one movie. good show!
8. How to Lose A Guy in Ten Days (Don't tell Andy, but Matthew McConaughey makes me hot!)
9. Failure to Launch (did I mention MM?-- I swear his initials stand for mmmmmmmmmm... anyone know what his middle name is?)
10. 40 Days and 40 Nights -- OK, Josh Hartnett trips my trigger too...
11. Wicker Park -- see above
12. Las Vegas -- and a little Josh Duhamel thrown in for flavor...
13. Top Gun -- He may be old, but Daaaaamn!, Val Kilmer has done it for me since I was a child! I picked Top Gun cuz after The Saint and Batman Forever, it was the first I thought of... and I have those 2!
This post went waaaaaay off track of where I thought it would, but I feel a little better already!
Anyway, happy "watching"! Bwahahahahahahahaha!
1. My Best Friend's Wedding-- the Scrubs episode where Turk and Carla get married... or do they?
2. Fantastic Four, The Rise of the Silver Surfer (still haven't seen it)
3. 27 Dresses -- good movie!
4. Knocked Up -- I think I'm digging Katherine Heigel this week
5. Grey's Anatomy-- pretty much any episode
6. Desperate Housewives -- again, pretty much any episode... probably one of the older ones
7. Zach and Miri Make A Porno -- laughed my ass off and cried in one movie. good show!
8. How to Lose A Guy in Ten Days (Don't tell Andy, but Matthew McConaughey makes me hot!)
9. Failure to Launch (did I mention MM?-- I swear his initials stand for mmmmmmmmmm... anyone know what his middle name is?)
10. 40 Days and 40 Nights -- OK, Josh Hartnett trips my trigger too...
11. Wicker Park -- see above
12. Las Vegas -- and a little Josh Duhamel thrown in for flavor...
13. Top Gun -- He may be old, but Daaaaamn!, Val Kilmer has done it for me since I was a child! I picked Top Gun cuz after The Saint and Batman Forever, it was the first I thought of... and I have those 2!
This post went waaaaaay off track of where I thought it would, but I feel a little better already!
Anyway, happy "watching"! Bwahahahahahahahaha!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Something New
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Something New, originally uploaded by MistyHCunningham.
Something New, originally uploaded by MistyHCunningham.
I'm outting myself tonight. I'm telling you one of my biggest secrets.
I've never been a painted toenails girl. I've always been embarrassed of my feet. There's just something different about me; I've always had tiny toenails. Like, child-size. And I've always been ashamed. I don't know why. My feet aren't gross or anything, they're just not like everyone else's.
Well, no more feeling shame for something I can't change. There are people with much worse problems. My feet are healthy and fungus-free. They're just sort of like the rest of me: smaller than you might except (except my boobs... those have been larger than expected for years... lol).
The other day, I got the urge to paint my toenails. So I painted them Mango. And then I wore flip flops :)
Tonight I repainted them Lime. And I have Teal waiting for when I'm tired of this color. If I'm gonna be different, I'm gonna go it in style.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Da da da daaaaaaaaa.....
I'd like to introduce you all to Peasley Slocombe. He is the "replacement" for Sheldon. Sheldon isn't dead, have no fears, he's just paralyzed. There was no way to fix his right hinge and in the efforts to fix him, he was glued in the open position... it's a looooong, traumatic story that ended in my father helping us get Peasley since Sheldon's paralyze-ation was his fault. And being paralyzed in a flat position is quite inconvenient in a laptop.
In any case, Peasley is a metallic blue, "seashell" Asus Eee PC. The picture above is him on my lap. He is quite tiny compared to Sheldon, his keyboard is about half the size of S's. It's actually been much easier adapting to a small keyboard than I thought it would be. His battery life is impeccable and he is incredibly light (just over 2 pounds!) The most difficult thing to get used to has been the trackpad. I have had some difficulty in the last few days with accidentally hitting the scrolling area of the trackpad when I'm trying to move the mouse. For the first day I used Peasley, I accidentally rested my thumbs on the trackpad while typing and had problems with accidentally moving the cursor so I was tying in the middle of things already typed... and man, was it a "curse-or" then! However, I've gotten quite used to the trackpad being where it is, so that is no longer an issue. I'm sure in time the scrolling won't be any problem either.
Peasley's has 160GB hard drive and 1GB memory currently. However, we have ordered a 2gig stick to replace his current memory with, so soon he'll have 2. :D
Peasley is named for 2 characters that stuck in my mind as I got used to him. Just saying Eee PC reminded me me of an old Junior Woodchucks (a Donald Duck spin-off of Huey, Dewey, and Louie as junior scouts) a comic book. The Duck boys are running a race in order to earn a new badge... long story short, there's a character called "Easey Peasley" (either that or Easy Beasley, I don't remember for certain) and Eee PC sounded like Peasley. The Slocombe in his name is after Mrs. Slocombe from "Are You Being Served?", as the actress who played her died the day I got my dear Eee.
Anyway, I look forward to the many adventures with Peasley. And I look forward to telling you all about our adventures!
Nap Time!!
After a long day driving and spending time with my family in Verdigre, Punk, Andy and I went back to my parents' house for a nice quiet afternoon/evening. We all had a good nap. :D
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I love it when my boys sprawl all out together the same way. So cute. So masculine.
This is what my future children have to look forward to....
I hope they have hearty vascular systems to cope with him getting distracted and forgetting to turn them back right-side-up!
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